My Big Ole Noggin

So what's in my big old noggin today Fighting it's way to the top I never know where it's heading Or where it's going to stop I'm surprised as much as you guys My fingers just type away No idea where my poems are heading Just trust what I'm going to say Trust that it will all make perfect sense Without using naughty words Sure you know the ones I'm referring to Like hell, and damn, and turds! Oops there I go, this one slipped through Should have edited before I posted Please forgive me this minor discretion Right by me, it quietly coasted Maybe it'll be bout my sexual prowess I'm old but I sure ain't dead “C'mon Mr. Ellison, you lost it years ago You're living on memories I dread”